"By the way, Xuansheng." Dongyue Qi suddenly recalled something and lowered his voice. "Some of our clan's intelligence channels in the Blue Dynasty have sent word. The Blue Dynasty's imperial family places tremendous importance on this tournament. It is said that Lan Mengge, the 'Blue Moon Little Princess' who reached Soul Sage a year ago, has recently emerged from seclusion. Her Soul Power has likely reached level seventy-eight, perhaps even higher. Moreover, the imperial family seems to have recruited quite a few geniuses from within its territory and heirs of reclusive sects, forming an exceptionally powerful team directly under the imperial family."
Level seventy-eight? Li Xuansheng's gaze tightened slightly. That level already surpassed the highest level currently displayed by their side. As expected of the Central Dynasty—their foundations truly ran deep.
"And," Dongyue Qi continued, "the Northern Yuan Dynasty's crown prince team, the Tang Dynasty's 'Tang Wu' team, Xing Xuan and the others from the Astral Sect are said to have already arrived in Blue Moon City or are on their way. The Light Holy See's 'Holy Son of Light' team from the west also seems to have entered the country. Blue Moon City is about to become a true dragon's den and tiger's lair."
Li Xuansheng nodded slowly. Rather than showing any fear, an even fiercer fighting spirit blazed in his eyes.
"A dragon's den and tiger's lair is what makes it interesting," he said softly. "Only by competing on the same stage as the world's finest can this journey be worthwhile."
Dongyue Qi looked at this cousin, several years younger than himself yet as steady as an abyss and as confident as a mountain. The sense of superiority he had held due to his clan's deep foundations vanished completely, replaced by genuine admiration and anticipation of fighting side